I am a woman
my heartstrings are
tuned to romance
like violin strings.
A lover is not enough for me.
I need the tender
bow of the violinist.
To reach all the
emotions to which
my feminine heart is capable.

The highs and lows the pathos
the allegro
all the colors it can feel.
I  dance at the edge of a deep chasm
I know its painful jagged edges.
The marks and wounds it leaves.
It is a place I have climbed
out of many times.
For I am a woman.

I have learned
to wear heartbreak
like a laugh line on my face.
Not to drown in the
bitter waters of sadness.
Love has gone
it is lost for now.
But now my heart
is a free space
It is mine only mine.

A heart that is as
permanent as stone.
Full of passions
that it will find again.
The old loves are now
inside its memory.
It now fills
with the salty waters
of the sea of hope.